When you were panhandling for supper as a boy outside your housing tenements, Le Fly was navigating markets — undergoing severe lessons of a most caustic nature. I still have the scars about my face and head — ancient wars fought by an idealist Fly. These days I am grizzled and accustomed to chicanery and I see it coming.
Alas, as the indices swoon and your SHITCOINS get babooned, I am +230bps — positioning keenly and also smartly in inflation plays. In other words, I’m an oil man again — always have been ever since birth — traversing the bitumen fields with my balls and my glove.
My prognosis for the markets is mixed. I believe I shall persevere and do well, while at the same time I fear your time is up. The margin clerks are coming and will soon liquidate your bullshit brokerages, sending you back to work where you belong.If you enjoy the content at iBankCoin, please follow us on Twitter